After Rolf and Grindelwald came out of that dream city, they sat on the bed and sighed, how could they never be the same as they thought?

Now that the clue was broken again, Rolf couldn't help but feel a little distressed, and he casually hung the pendant on his chest, only to make a metallic impact with the Slytherin locket.

Oh yes! Prophecy! I almost forgot about it!

Rolf plucked the purple flower pendant from his neck again, and then activated the prophecy spell, silently reciting in his mind: find the stronghold of the dream witch in this world.

I saw that the pendant seemed to be attracted by something, and pointed straight in one direction.

Rolf was overjoyed when he saw this, and quickly took out his broomstick and rode on it, and then tied the pendant to his broomstick.

Seeing this, Grindelwald quickly turned into a little black bird and flew out of the window behind Rolf.

Rolf followed the pendant and crossed the mountains, rivers and seas, and also boasted of the crowds, and finally on an inaccessible mountain, the direction of the locket changed.

He and Grindelwald stopped at the foot of the mountain, put the broomstick into the half-plane, and walked slowly along the mountain trail.

Along the way, fierce beasts continue to emerge from behind the boulders, trying to swallow the two two-legged beasts that have broken into their territory to satisfy their hungry stomachs.

It's just that they don't know what kind of existence they are facing.

Grindelwald didn't mean to do anything at all, and Rolf also very casually urged the spell model of the clear water like a spring, gathered a water snake out, and wrapped the two wolves in front of him.

With Rolf's manipulation, the little water snake seemed to have infinite power, constantly shrinking its body, as if it wanted to drain all the air from the lungs of the two wolves.

Gradually, they all fell into a state of suffocation, their tongues sticking out like dogs, and their eyes were also turned up, extremely hideous.

"Keep walking. Rolf said without looking back, and then followed the guidance of the purple flower pendant, the bush in front of him.

Looking back, the majestic mountains rose and fell behind him, like an impassable barrier, and before he knew it, Rolf had stepped into the depths of the forest.

"Stinky boy, are you reliable with this spell, I've been flying with you for a long time!" Grindelwald shouted above Rolf's head.

At this time, they followed the guidance of the pendant and walked to a cliff.

The road was shoulder-width apart, with a huge rock wall on the side and a steep rock on the opposite side, about a foot wide.

The middle ravine was bottomless, and Rolf had to cling to the stone wall carefully to prevent himself from stumbling and sliding, while Grindelwald naturally turned into a bird and flew beside him.

Rolf couldn't help but think that it would be nice if his Animagus were also a bird, but the best case is to learn to disguise Magus, so don't you change whatever you want?

As Rolf pondered, the light in the sky faded away, leaving only a thin line that glowed slightly, like a silver filament hanging in the night sky.

Fortunately, he has night vision, and on this steep mountain wall, he doesn't need to free his hands to cast fluorescent flashes.

The only good thing about this mountain is that despite the howling winds and heavy snow in the mountains, the gorge walls remain untouched.

Occasionally, a few snowflakes fall overhead, and when they land on the mountain wall or trail, they quickly turn into vapour.

It was unbefitting in temperature, and occasionally he could see heat rising from the abyss beneath his feet.

In the cliff opposite, Rolf seemed to see the flickering light of the fire, and occasionally the shadow of various sizes on the opposite rock wall.

Eventually, the road ahead changed, and the shoulder-width pavement split into two, one slightly upwards and one straight down, extending deeper.

The end quickly disappeared into darkness, and no one knew where the road would lead at the end. But at least there are traces of artificiality here, indicating that prophecy has once again helped to point the way for itself.

Rolf stood at the bifurcation point, and he had the feeling of being stared at, and that feeling was getting stronger as he continued to move forward.

It was as if there were countless pairs of eyes in the darkness looking at him motionlessly, making his mouth dry and his scalp tingling.

"Do you dare to feel that something is watching us?" Rolf asked in a whisper to Grindelwald beside him, but the only answer was the "chirping" of birds.

As the altitude rises, the surrounding temperature gradually decreases, and the silver line above your head becomes wider and wider.

Half an hour later, a large cavern appeared in front of him to the right, the lower edge of the mouth slightly higher than the road, and he stepped into it with his legs raised, and the fire could be faintly seen in the depths of the cavern.

When Rolf entered the cave, she was immediately spotted by the witch in charge of the guard, and a black wall of gas was in front of her.

"Who are you?" a cold girl came into her ears, but Rolf didn't have the heart to talk nonsense with them, and one person made a wooden deed, and they packed up their clothes.

"Take me to your stronghold. Rolf commanded that the two witches had the heart to resist, but neither of them had the strength to resist.

Rolf followed the two of them, a burst of fire in front of them, and the sound of sporadic conversation could be heard inside.

Rolf saw a figure who seemed to be crouching by the campfire to handle food, and when she saw the two witches walking in, she smiled softly and then said, "Why did you two come back?"

But she didn't hear a reply from the two witches for a long time, and she was greeted only by a green light that shot straight at the door in front of her......

Rolf looked around and saw that there were no other witches around but this one, and he couldn't help asking:

"Just you three dream witches?"

After listening to Rolf's question, the woman who was squatting on the ground just now replied involuntarily: "The other sisters have gone out to collect ingredients and supplies......

Rolf nodded faintly, then surveyed their camp.

Why do these people like to live in cave chambers? First the centaur tribe, then this dream witch stronghold......

When evening came, the busy witches began to return to the camp one after another, and Rolf wore an invisibility cloak at the door, casting wooden deeds one by one.

It's all good quality free labor, and it's good-looking, and magical, so it's best to be pulled to the half-plane to be a slave.

Each of the witches who hadn't cast the Muqi was stunned for a moment, and then a strange thought came to their minds, but Rolf didn't give any orders, so they didn't feel anything.

When the last witch was successfully recovered by him, he pulled down the invisibility cloak he was wearing and revealed his figure.

The witch ladies were shocked when they saw a person suddenly appear in their station, and a woman who seemed to be the leader stood up and asked loudly, "Who are you?"

It was a very gentle witch, with straight reddish-brown hair almost waist-length, mature and attractive features, and she was kind enough to look like a big sister to anyone.

To the strange thing of those witches, they should have been afraid of the boy in front of them, but none of them cast spells against him.

"Are you all dream witches? just a few of you?" Rolf looked around at the thirty or so witches, not expecting them to be so few?